Twitter bullies calling themselves #StopRush ganged up on a North Carolina realtor who advertises her business on one of Limbaugh’s affiliate stations. To her credit, she Tweeted back, “I will advertise wherever I damn well please.”

Last Thursday marked the 23rd anniversary of the Montreal Massacre, when a young man yelled, “You’re all a bunch of feminists!” before shooting and killing fourteen female engineering students.

Canadians are obliged to “remember” this event every December 6—I call it “Never Hear the End of It” Day—while conveniently forgetting that killer “Mark Lépine” had been born Gamil Gharbi, the son of a Muslim immigrant wife beater. Lépine may have (if my Montrealer friend’s recollection of the immediate news reports is reliable) yelled “Allahu Akbar” during the shooting.

No, the Montreal Massacre is held up as proof that all (white) men are wife-beating rapists-in-waiting, and all guns are penis substitutes that should be banned.

“We all get the biggest laugh out of the fact that Kinsella’s campaign against me keeps backfiring.”

The nation’s flags—I’m not joking—are flown at half-mast. It’s a liberal High Holy Day, commemorated most seriously at college campuses.

Hence the University of Western Ontario’s student radio station’s decision to ban male voices on the air this December 6.

This left Ontario libertarians Robert Metz and Robert Vaughan with a dilemma. Their show Just Right airs on CHRW every Thursday and comprises the only hour of the week devoted to non-Marxist programming.

Banned from their own program, the Bobs asked me and our mutual vagina-having friend Mary Lou Ambrogio of the International Free Press Society to sit in for them. We agreed. I announced my guest-hosting gig on my blog.

That’s when Warren Kinsella tried to prevent me from going on the air.

Kinsella earns approximately ten times more money a year than I do and has four children to my zero, yet he is seemingly dedicated to monitoring my every word and move, and in some cases preventing me from speaking and moving.

He says this is because I am a “white supremacist.” It’s a toss-up as to who finds this charge more amusing: my friends at the local chapter of the Jewish Defense League or my gay Muslim business partner.

We all get the biggest laugh out of the fact that Kinsella’s campaign against me keeps backfiring.

The station manager politely advised Kinsella to mind his own business.

And so I did the show. I began by explaining that I, like my feminist sisters, blame “men” for the Montreal Massacre, too—it’s just that I blame not only Gamil Gharbi, but also the “prophet” Muhammad, Pierre Trudeau, and the fifty or so male students who meekly left their classmates to their fate.